Another Bros Grimm little thing.

[stungunbilly]

I had forgotten about this, that I started right after seeing the film.

Title: Pony

Author: stungunbilly

Fandom: Brothers Grimm movie

Warning: incest.

Story Notes: Jakob wants a pony of his very own.

 

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There is a clockwork pony in Munich that can rear and prance and neigh like a prince’s stallion. Jake has seen it only once, but the gilded trappings, yellow mane, and polished flanks are permanently etched into his brain. He thinks of this pony sometimes when he looks at his brother, so golden and strapping as he roars out drunken orders to the barkeep, shouts for more women, sings a bawdy tune in a surprisingly melodious tenor. There are times when he wants to try putting a bit into Will’s mouth to test if that would make him more easily handled, make Jakob into a proper prince. Like right now, for example.

Tonight the tavern is full of admiring patrons who can’t buy enough drinks for the heroic Brothers Grimm and their faithful retainers. The women in Will’s lap are unusually pretty and plump, and Jakob wouldn’t mind getting to know them if they weren’t pawing all over his brother like almost all the pretty women that they meet. He has no patience for any woman who likes his brother better, and never will. There is nothing wrong with Jakob, he has all his parts in fine working order (excepting his weak eyes), so why do none of them save themselves for him? Even bold, lovely Angelika had started to seek Will’s attention after Jakob had saved her and her sisters. Certainly Will had helped, had in fact been willing to sacrifice himself, but still. Jakob had given her the kiss of true love and yet she ended up setting her cap at greedy Will.
 
Perhaps he is drinking a little too much, because the image of a properly harnessed and gagged Will is stirring odd feelings in Jakob’s belly. He will retreat to his room, he thinks, and hopes that Will is going to visit the young ladies’ rooms instead of their own. It has been some time since he felt able to relieve himself without his brother’s laughing eyes haunting him, and now might be a good time. Angelika in his fantasies will be a just princess, falling in love with her hero and offering him her faithful bounty.

The room is full of moonlight from the open window, and he blows out his candle before undressing in the silvery glow. His skin feels silky to his own palm, softer and sleeker than usual. This morning he had woken to find his brother bathing in a tub which he left for Jakob’s use once Will was clean to his finicky satisfaction. At the time Jakob had been mightily annoyed at receiving more of Will’s leftovers and at being wakened with no consideration, but now… Now he remembers the way early morning sunlight highlighted Will’s body, the firmness of his belly, the downy hollows under his arms. Still telling himself in a whisper to think of Angelika, Jakob lies upon the bed and begins to stroke his already-hard cock.

She would lie back upon the bed, and smile at him, and Will… No, he won’t allow Will to intrude. So he imagines Will has tried his lusts upon Angelika, and Jakob has defeated his brother. Bound and gagged, Will stares up at his conquering brother, finally docile, eyes pleading wetly.

Jakob’s cock is like stone in his sweaty palm, and he can hear his own gasps as if from a distance. He can see his brother’s naked body beneath him, straps preventing movement or escape. He can hear his own voice firmly commanding that Will obey him. When a sudden draft from the door caresses his chest, he erupts into his own hand, his brother’s name on his lips.

For long moments, he is beyond thought, body sated and mind tranquilized by pleasure. The door closing brings him to full awareness instantly, and he is filled with shame, shock holding him still, suddenly alert and knowing that someone is standing beside him looking down. He hears his brother’s voice with a roiling belly full of dread.

“You should know not to leave the door unlatched when you don’t wish to be disturbed, Jake.” Will’s voice is not mocking, but gently teasing, and it seems unbearable to Jakob that this should be so. He can’t even reach a hand to resist when Will lays a hand on his chest, trailing it down to his wet groin. Did Will hear him? Is that why he’s touching so invasively?

“I-I didn’t expect you back so soon,” he gasps, unable to keep from stuttering as his brother’s strong hand cups his cock and begins to gently stroke. “What are you- Will! Don’t…” But he is, amazingly, hard again and temporarily unable to speak. His brother’s white teeth flash in a smile as that shining head bends to Jake’s groin. A faint whisper can be heard before Jake is engulfed in wet heat that carries him beyond coherent thought.

“If you can speak clearly to give me orders, Brother, I’ll obey them.”

 

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